Idioma Origen:
like a lot of daybreak
in a car
in a street with no light
in a street with no name
they look to eacht other slowly
after dedicate to love and its work
they dry their sweat
they dry their sweat
as good as they learnt it, they hadn´t forget it
he thinks nothing is the same
life must be in another place
where she didnt see him
coz she blinds him
with gold jails, with love without truce
they will never do
something for the very first time
we´ll tie flock of sparrow
to our wrist
and we´ll go away from here,to another planet
take me wherever you aren´t there
you hold a death
he delight hands full of lies
he doesnt like anymore the body
he´s stroking
yesterday sun´s outshone were her pupils
today they are black small lake
were the sea heap up
what a pity
what a pity
everything finish
she doesnt love his bad habits
she looks up in his eyes
cross an angel flying and
meet to another one
yesterday his two arms were strong branches
to refuge
today are rope that tie
he finally decides to vomit the ideas
she knows it, quietly she wait it
without calm plans his escape this prisoner
she doesnt look him, cant take his breath
is the end
and they will find in their heart
desert´s sand
loosing calm,he gets serious
he gets afraid, his cowardly motuh pronounce i love you,
dont go, dont go away
she starts to shake, i love you too.
Idioma Destino:
like a lot of daybreak
in a car
in a street with no light
in a street with no name
they look to eacht other slowly
after dedicate to love and its work
they dry their sweat
they dry their sweat
as good as they learnt it, they hadn´t forget it
he thinks nothing is the same
life must be in another place
where she didnt see him
coz she blinds him
with gold jails, with love without truce
they will never do
something for the very first time
we´ll tie flock of sparrow
to our wrist
and we´ll go away from here,to another planet
take me wherever you aren´t there
you hold a death
he delight hands full of lies
he doesnt like anymore the body
he´s stroking
yesterday sun´s outshone were her pupils
today they are black small lake
were the sea heap up
what a pity
what a pity
everything finish
she doesnt love his bad habits
she looks up in his eyes
cross an angel flying and
meet to another one
yesterday his two arms were strong branches
to refuge
today are rope that tie
he finally decides to vomit the ideas
she knows it, quietly she wait it
without calm plans his escape this prisoner
she doesnt look him, cant take his breath
is the end
and they will find in their heart
desert´s sand
loosing calm,he gets serious
he gets afraid, his cowardly motuh pronounce i love you,
dont go, dont go away
she starts to shake, i love you too.